Chapter 3 A Big Dream

When Wen Qiong was young, she fell into a frozen lake and lay on the sickbed for more than a year. She was weak and afraid of the cold. When it was colder, she would suffer from frequent illnesses. Yao Xuanci invited an imperial doctor to recuperate her body. The imperial doctor came to the Hou Mansion every month to take care of her.Diagnose the pulse and adjust the prescription.

At the end of the summer of this year, she suddenly became lethargic and tired. She had a good appetite, but she didn't care about it, and drank the soup as usual.

It wasn't until shortly after the banquet in the East Palace that she had an accidental miscarriage that she realized that she was already pregnant.

The doctor of the Hou's mansion said that in the prescriptions prescribed by the imperial doctor, there are several repeated medicinal materials for promoting blood circulation and dredging collaterals, and pregnant women must not take them.

She caressed her lower abdomen in a daze, sent away the child in her womb twice with her own hands, but now she lost it and found it again.

Nanny Song raised her eyes inadvertently, and saw that her eyebrows were curved, "Miss, you are thinking of some great event, and you are smiling so happily."

The girl was not quite right when she woke up, she was absent-minded as if she was pretending to be something else, and with such a smile now, Nanny Song instantly felt relieved.

Wen Qiong was happy in her heart, "Didn't the mother know, of course it is..."

She stopped suddenly in the middle of her words, and the smile on her face disappeared inch by inch.

The government doctor has already been here, and it is impossible for Madam Ximai not to know if Ximai is diagnosed.

But Yao Xuanci did not mention this matter to her.

"Did Arjun just wake up?"

"Arjun hasn't answered me yet, when did you wake up?"

...

He was worried about her knowing that he was pregnant.

Wen Qiong's face gradually turned pale, and her thin white fingers clenched her robe tightly. She never fainted in her previous life, and Yao Xuanci didn't know that she was pregnant.

But this time he found out, and wanted to hide it from himself, what was he going to do?

Having experienced being imprisoned and forced to death by him, Wen Qiong subconsciously had a thought, and suddenly felt cold all over her body.

No, tiger poison does not eat seeds.

Unless Yao Xuanci loves the second girl Zheng to the bottom of his heart, and only wants to have children with the person he likes.

"Is the girl unwell?"

Seeing that her expression was not right, Nanny Song got up anxiously and hurried out, "Old servant, go and ask someone to call the doctor."

"Nurse!" Wen Qiong quickly leaned over to hold her, pursed her lips and forced the corners of her lips to rise.

"I'm glad my elder brother came to see me, thinking of him leaving the house rashly, I'm afraid that my mother will be unaware and anxious."

"Madam should know." Nanny Song didn't realize that this was a prevarication.

Wen Qiong and her elder brother are twin siblings. When they were young, the siblings encountered catastrophes one after another and almost lost their lives. After being stimulated, Wen's mother regarded the two as fledglings that had not yet emerged from the nest, and she had a strong desire to protect them.

She has been married to Hou's Mansion for more than a year, but she still keeps returning to Wen's Mansion every ten days, because Mother Wen can't restrain her anxiety after not seeing her daughter for too long.

Nanny Song was still not at ease, "Are you really all right?"

She touched Wen Qiong's hand, and frowned, "Young lady's hands are so cold, I'd better ask the doctor to come and have a look later."

"Mommy knows it well, I just have this kind of physique."

Wen Qiong wanted to give Nanny Song a comforting smile, but she couldn't laugh, so she lowered her eyes to cover it up.

"Go and see if your brother is here, prepare some refreshments for him in the main hall, and I'll come after I change my clothes."

Now that the emperor is still alive, the new emperor is only the prince of the East Palace. As long as he can leave the Hou Mansion before the new emperor takes the throne in two and a half years, he will not die again.

She can't panic.

Facing the full-length round bronze mirror standing on the ground, the woman carefully adjusted the overlapping collars, tried her best to restrain her trembling fingers, and fastened the frosty white belt around her waist.

Smoothing the slightly wrinkled snow-blue silver embroidered bamboo-leaf veil skirt, looking at herself in the mirror, she was suddenly a little uncertain.

It is said that the whole life experienced by a person after death will be turned into a revolving lantern in front of her eyes. Could this be just a dream turned into a dream by her obsession when she died unwillingly?

A Yao, dressed in a pink shirt, walked through the carved and hollowed-out moon gate, lifted the hanging plain white and green gauze curtain and walked in happily, "Girl!"

She leaned over and carefully looked at the charming lady in the gentle purple dress in front of her, and then she felt relieved, "Girl, how about we go to the Buddhist temple and Taoist temple another day?"

She pursed her lips and muttered dissatisfiedly, "You obviously fainted, the government doctor would only say that there is nothing serious, and he is always fooling people."

"Naturally, you should listen to what the doctor says." Wen Qiong was half a head taller than her, raised her hand to pinch her small round face, and smiled softly, "But it's not necessarily impossible to go to a Buddhist temple or Taoist temple to burn incense sticks."

After leaving the wing room, a heat wave hits the face. Walking in the courtyard under the dazzling scorching sun, the greenery and the sound of cicadas as far as the eye can see are truly trance-like.

The maidservant who was watering the flowers in the courtyard turned around and saw her, and quickly saluted, "Mrs. Shizi."

Wen Qiong returned to her senses and responded in a low voice, then she clenched the handle of the round fan tightly in her hand, stepped across the round moon gate and walked towards the main hall ahead.

The atmosphere in the main hall was somewhat heated, Ah Shen was wrestling with a guard in gray shirt.

Nanny Song was standing behind a handsome young man in a brocade gown embroidered with red ink and satin. The two were talking and laughing, joking that Ah Shen must not lose for that roast chicken.

Seriously, she and her elder brother haven't seen each other for about three months. Looking at this scene, Wen Qiong's restless heart gradually stabilized.

Even if it is a big dream, she is content.

Resisting the soreness in her eyes, she took a deep breath and smiled, "Brother doesn't look like he's here to visit me."

Hearing the words, the young man in red raised his head, revealing that stunningly beautiful face.

He had a pair of smiling and affectionate peach blossom eyes, and the ends of the raised eyes were stained with a little carelessness. Seeing that Wen Qiong didn't even move, he leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

"Ahjun is right. The chefs in Hou's mansion are very skilled. Your brother came here just for lunch."

"If you didn't wake up in time, I couldn't wait any longer and had to go home."

"I'm used to being poor-mouthed." Wen Qiong said disgustedly, but she couldn't hold back a smile on her face, she turned her head and told A-Yao, "Go to the back kitchen and ask someone to prepare some meals that my brother likes."

A Yao snapped back, and Ah Shen, who was on the verge of defeat, raised his voice and chased after her. Nanny Song and the gray-robed guard got up and left, quietly guarding the door.

"Is your body really all right?"

Wen Boqing poured a cup of fruit tea from the pot, and pushed it in front of Wen Qiong together with the cakes on the table, closed the folding fan in his hand, and hooked his fingers to signal Wen Qiong to reach out.

"Let brother feel your pulse."

Wen Boqing fell off a horse five years ago, was trampled by a horse and injured his leg, and rolled down the hillside by accident. The servants searched for it all night with torches before finding it. In the end, he suffered from injuries all over his body.doctor.

"Ayao said just now that the government doctor is fooling people, didn't she learn it from her elder brother?"

She held on to the silk fan and patted his hand away lightly, Amber stared at him dissatisfiedly, "I'm in good health."

Right now, she hasn't figured out her own thoughts yet, and she doesn't want to involve her brother so early.

"Don't slander me, it's just A Yao's heartfelt words." The folding fan was shaking gently in front of his chest, and Wen Boqing held the attitude of a lazy and unrestrained young man.

He gestured to the potted small flower trees beside him, "The sweet-scented osmanthus and silk juniper you wanted, I dug them for you."

Wen Qiong had already forgotten why she wanted these pots of flowers and trees at that time, she pursed her lips, and asked in a low voice, "Is mother well these days?"

At that time, the Wen family was ransacked and exiled, and what she worried most about was her mother.

"Uncle, cousin, and the others came to the imperial city to do business this month, and mother is very happy these days." The young man in Dan Yi's eyes were filled with incomprehension, "You went to visit uncle together at that time, why did you forget?"?”

"..." Wen Qiong recalled it only after being reminded, suddenly, "It's the second uncle, and he even came to the house to reprimand Aunt Sun."

My grandfather's family has been doing business in Songzhou for nearly a hundred years. After Wen's mother married Wen's father, who was an official in Songzhou at the time, she moved back to the imperial city with her husband for more than ten years. Only when the three uncles came to the imperial city to discuss business, could mother see herWhen saw loved ones.

The imperial city is really not a good place, it traps my mother, and traps her as well.

Seeing his younger sister in a daze, unable to remember what happened a few days ago, Wen Boqing frowned.

He got up and walked behind Wen Qiong, carefully pressed and checked the back of her head, "Is there any pain?"

Could it be that this fall was really stupid, and the young man felt a little bit dissatisfied.

From his point of view, Yao Xuanci has a deep heart, he may not be as beautiful as he appears on the surface, and he is only warm-hearted towards his silly sister, otherwise, how could the government doctor leave at the first pulse.

"Wen Boqing, don't curse me." Wen Qiong raised her hand to protect the fringe on her temples, and looked at him faintly with her beautiful shallow pupils, "It's just thinking about other things."

"You little girl, how can you call your elder brother by his first name?"

Wen Qiong was slapped on the forehead by him, and she clutched her forehead in pain, "Brother was only born a quarter of an hour earlier than me, you are respected in front of outsiders, and you still have to be serious with me in private."

The young man was beaten on the arm several times by her, coaxed with a smile, and the brother and sister were so close to each other, the depression in Wen Qiong's heart dissipated a lot.

When Wen Boqing left after eating, she stood inside the gate of Hou's mansion, looking at her brother's vigorous back, suddenly a little dazed.

It seems that he has never seen such a relaxed and carefree appearance since he entered the court and became an official.

My brother doesn't seem to like being an official.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and turned around to walk into the Hou's mansion, the silk fan was swaying lightly every now and then, the cool breeze blew over her fair face, and she covered her still flat belly with her hands.

Wen Qiong carefully considered the matter of reconciliation and separation.

The folk customs of the Da'an Dynasty can be regarded as open, and they are not strict about the marriage of men and women. It is also common for women and divorced women to bring dowry to find another lover.

If it wasn't for the fact that this marriage was bestowed by the emperor, Wen Qiong could have left a letter of reconciliation, and left the Hou Mansion with her unrestrained Zen sleeves.

It's just that leaving the Hou Mansion requires a long-term plan, and now she has to figure out a way to keep the baby in her womb.

Thinking of Yao Xuanci's deliberate concealment, Wen Qiong felt agitated, and couldn't help shaking the fan faster, thinking that before he figured out his attitude towards this child, he had to stay away from her.

The banquet in the palace was already the willow twigs on the moon. When Yao Xuanci returned, he found that the main compartment was tightly closed, and he couldn't move it after a few pushes.

A young man in a tea-white brocade robe stood under the eaves under the starry sky, staring at the door for a long time with his deep phoenix eyes.

It was a rare experience to be shut out by my wife for the first time.

He took half a step back, raised his hand and tapped three times slowly.